brave flags of iris
all along the battlements
ninja deer appear
brave flags of iris
all along the battlements
ninja deer appear
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,
Bruce, you are a fabulous writer–perhaps a “stealth poet”…
You are extremely kind and extremely encouraging.
Well, I’m also honest to a fault, perhaps. And among the few gifts God has bestowed on me, He’s asked that I be an Encourager for Him–so I do my best. I thought of you earlier today, as your picture kinda-sorta reminds me of a neighbor–and his granddaughter was visiting, playing in a small wading pool, as it is HOT outside (and none too cool in my apt–81 degrees, fans at wind-tunnel speed, so I can hardly hear myself think!)–windows open too, though I don’t know what the architects were thinking: windows aren’t placed for “cross-breeze” help…..sheesh!
We write in different styles and that’s the beauty of poetry, there’s an approach for everyone… Sounds really hot there! I trust you are drinking 8 glasses of water a day, stay hydrated… Well, God did a good job making you a giver of courage… Keep writing
It’s now 85 degrees inside, almost too hot to write…. Nope, I only drink 2 glasses of water, then hit the diet Pepsi. I probably better increase the water, as I just checked the weather page and it says we’ll be near 100 next week–I am SO NOT thrilled about this…must dig out my hot summer poems to post in case I swoon and melt away…And I think I’ll be wearing my blue ice packs around my neck soon.